| By the system I was raised
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| Same system that enslaved us and took us all away
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| Same same system I was trained to put my hands across my heart and pledge
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| allegiance to the grave
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| The same system that made me sing the national anthem
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| While the fucking flag hanged
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| The same system that’ll claim innocent lives
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| Barack ain’t made shit change
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| Nigga fuck this shit, I won’t budge!
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| Shit, I won’t budge
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| They say Rosa Parks was sitting on the wrong bus
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| And now that Malcolm X is gone, I guess it’s on us
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| Fuck a cop, they gon' kill us then they charge us
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| They gon' charge us
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| Pull that fucking badge out and say it’s all love
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| But I got six warning shots to my heart, lungs, face, neck, cough blood
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| Now they say we all thugs
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| I guess we all thugs
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| Ever since the Watts Riots, motherfuckers wanna try us
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| Everything was all quiet til they crossed us
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| Al Sharpton keep on talking, nigga do something!
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| Nigga prove something
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| So much drama, I just got the fucking goosebumps
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| Word down to Ferguson, they murderin' the youth young
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| What the fuck is new, son
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| This shit gon' make me lose some’n
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| This a war we won’t back down
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| Fuck this country, we ain’t treated fair
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| I should burn the fucking flag down
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| Yeah, I should burn the fucking flag down
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| But your victims lash out, they have no clue
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| But if I protest, a nigga’ll put me in a stretcher
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| Gun me down with my hands up screamin' «DON'T SHOOT!»
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| Motherfucker, don’t shoot!
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| By the system I was raised
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| Same system that just killed Mike Brown the other day
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| Same system that just slayed Sean Bell, Trayvon, Eric Garner, what a shame!
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| The same system that gon' lie just to cover up the crime, quick to send us to
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| the grave
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| The same system that’ll claim innocent lives
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| Barack ain’t made shit change
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| Nigga, fuck this shit, I won’t budge!
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| Shit, I won’t budge
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| They say Emmitt Till whistled at the wrong slut
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| And now that Martin Luther gone, I guess it’s on us
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| Fuck the cops, they gon' kill us then they charge us
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| They gon' charge us
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| Pull that fucking badge out, leave a nigga passed out
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| CLAP PLOW twenty shots to my heart, lungs, face, neck, cough blood
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| All they do is cross us
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| Living in the projects, and we all thugs
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| Now they searchin' through my pockets
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| Wanna treat me like a hostage
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| Tryna get inside my conscious like a broad does
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| If they catch me lookin' wrong, I’m a rebel though
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| If I got my hoodie on, I’m a criminal
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| If I got my hands up, that means I probably got a weapon
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| If they kill me, then I guess that means that it was an exception
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| This a war we won’t back down
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| And tell the government to kiss my ass
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| I should burn the fucking flag down
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| Yeah, I should burn the fucking flag down
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| We were forced to surrender, they have no clue
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| But if I protest, a nigga’ll put me in a stretcher
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| Gun me down with my hands up screamin' «DON'T SHOOT!»
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| Motherfucker, don’t shoot! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Shoot, artist - Too Short. Album song The Pimp Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп